The stalliontaur snores lightly on his bed, the early morning light filtering in through the curtains on the window as the mare begins to waken, her formed pressed tightly between his hind legs in his sheath.  She could feel the familiar rush of his blood into her body as they get "morning wood"  a term a little less appropriate now considering her body remains flexible even when the pair should technically be erect.  Her slickened body eases out of the leather folds, resting on the sheets

Leia, as her name had been once, goes through the reflexive motion of taking a biiig breath as she "wakes up", even though the need to do so had left her months ago. Only the very edge of her snout is poking out, little more than the nostrils of what'd once been her head, which flare in the twilight. She stirs in her "new" home, and her eyes flit open, but since the majority of her body is still tucked away inside that fleshy tube, all it does is create a little bit of a wriggling sensation for her "host". Or perhaps, owner...

She has her arms pressed in against her sides right now, and absentmindedly runs one over what had once been her belly as her brain starts to come back to life, the tissues that compose her starting to swell with blood and her nose pushing ever so gently out of that sheathe, centimetre by centimetre..

The slick folds of his sheath peel off of her face, one at a time, little squelching noises as the secretions from her altered body and his sheath squish between the touching flesh.  Her head lightly throbbed, but thankfully, due to her new physiology, it didn't cause her a headache, instead she was beginning to feel quite awake.  His thighs twitched on either side of her body.  His masculine scent had long since overpowered her own, now filling her nostrils.  Her sensitive skin tingled a bit as she slid further out.  He must've been dreaming of something interesting...

She throws back her head, producing an even louder squelching and slicking noise as  she forces her head out a bit more quickly, the long, pointed snout of her horse-like face breaking properly free, and part of her nose behind it. She's got her eyes shut and opens her mouth just a touch, trying to get a whiff of the fresher air that isn't quite so thick with the scent of his masculinity. She didn't hate her new home...But some fresher air was nice.

She's just about got her face free, and blinks her eyes open, pointing her nose back down to look at the enormous, swollen, fleshy cock-sheathe that's her home. She gives a little wriggle, mostly of her shoulders as she starts waking up, as if checking to see how responsive they are...Or how close they are to coming free too. A shaft that big...A  full sized person, no less, took time to warm up no matter how aroused the owner was...And it looked like he hadn't quite awoken just yet.

The stallion was indeed still quite fast asleep as the tip of his shaft had slid out.  Way up at the other end of their now shared body, she could see the stallion lying with his face laying against the pillow.  He was resting on his side, snoring softly, the big black furred barrel of his expanded and contracted next to her head, rumbling softly.  The doctors had said there was no real way to separate them since the Event.  He was basically her living life support system now.  It was HIS blood that flowed in her veins.  She absolutely needed him to survive now.  She could feel his groin muscles near her base tense up, pushing more of her damp body out of his warm pocket

She shudders in response to that feeling, unable to help herself, knowing what it meant and feeling it like he did, wired, as she now was, into his nervous system. She feels herself squeezed in an abstract, hard-to-define way, the area around what was once her legs squeezed... And sure enough, it felt just like squeezing a penis...Except so much larger, and all around her lower section.

She makes a very faint noise, just a breath as she's pushed a little more out of that sheathe, a few inches in one go, and now, her neck is poking through a little as well. There's some momentary discomfort as the sheathe contracts back around her, closing around her neck...But it's not hard enough to hurt. If anything, feeling that skin across her surface felt really, really good...

She doesn't try to struggle or move too much yet, perhaps waiting until she's got her arms free...Or perhaps just enjoying the peace and quiet before her new daily life resumes.

The sheath flexes around her neck once more and she again feels the urging pressure in her base; the muscles once again clenching, pushing the poor mare's sensitive body further out through the opening, which stretches tightly around her shoulders when they begin to push out as well.

Being as connected with him as she was, she had full sensation of his sheath as well as several internal organs around the rear end of his body, but beyond that, the sensation she felt gradually would fade into numbness.  Indeed, he had full sensation of her, but she only had sensation of a part of his vast expanse of a body.

So due to this, she could feel the opening of the sheath stretching around her shoulders from both ends of the contact.  Her girth was a bit uncomfortable to push through the sheath's opening

She makes a louder exhalation, apparently not having expected such a treat in terms of sensations this morning, but bites it off as her shoulders push free with a loud squelching, schlorping sound at roughly the same time as she stifles that moan. Long, stringy strands of precum drip and drag from her body, partly responsible for the sound as she's pushed ever further upwards, her naked body slick with that shiny slime where it hasn't stuck to the edge of that sheathe...

Her body, or at least enough of it to tell by now, is hairless, it would seem, although whether or not she'd approved, it wasn't like she'd had a choice when she lost herself and became a part of someone else. A penis, no less, to boot. Instead, she's simply showing some wet-seeming, slightly glistening skin that's mottled and patched in a mostly fairly healthy-looking paleness but broken up by patches of darker skin spread across her body more or less at random, a fairly prominent one being across where her left tit had once been, one on the back-left of her head, just scattered around her. The only hair she has left is on her eyelashes, although it's not like she can lift a mirror to check herself.

What's below her shoulders has yet to be revealed...Though since her host appears to be enjoying themselves, it likely wouldn't be for much longer.

With her shoulders out of the sheath now, her body's speed of unsheathing was beginning to pick up.  The petite fleshy mounds that used to be her breasts push out now as well, their size showing only a faint resemblance to their former glory.  Beneath her furless, mucous-covered skin, she could see the familiar sight of thick blood vessels that puff out the skin in places, spiderwebbing over her body.

The creases of her body were caked with smudges of his smegma.  It had been about a week since they had taken a bath.  Due to his enormous size, it simply wasn't practical or economical to bathe every day, but again, her opinion on the issue didn't really matter anymore, she was wholly dependent on him and he made all the decisions now.

Fortunately for the mare, her body at least partially had adapted to life as a penis.  She had lost a considerable amount of weight, however, being another fur's organ wasn't exactly conducive to good health, but his body supplied her with what it needed to survive, regardless of her quality of life.
As well as her breasts, her arms had been bought free, or at least her shoulders had. She bends those arms at the elbow and sliiiiiiiides them out, producing another wave of extremely lewd squishing, liquid-y noises. Without paying much attention, she rubs her hand over one of the largest blood vessels, a biiiiig old surface artery that wound up just past the right of where her belly-button had once been, before winding back towards her centerline and disappearing back into her body. She presses that hand 7against it, the blood vessel as thick as her wrist, feeling the strong heartbeat forcing blood through it.

In fact, she could feel the pulsing within her core, too. Around what were once her lungs, her heart, and perhaps even just in front of her spine, what was left of it, each mighty thump of that enormous heart pushing that feeling of warmness deeper into her in a million tiny little lances as it spread through her blood vessels, spreading the fire that'd started to take hold of her host. Despite herself...one hand strays to what was once her bust, although there was no longer a nipple to speak of.

She swallows. Not out of necessity, but...Out of preparation. She had a good idea of what was coming next if she didn't do something about it...

When she presses on the thick artery, she experiences a very light headrush as the blood is temporarily cut off to her brain. reminding her just how dependent she was on her stallion host.  Her body eases further out, the sheath slipping down over her hips, exposing the area where her own groin had once been which was now just a smooth join to the solid flesh between her lower belly and the base of his shaft, where it vanishes within him.

He huffs in his sleep and flops over onto his back, rolling so he's belly up.  The poor mare is dragged along with his movement, flopping to rest on the big, round belly of his lower half.  She could feel her hips bending as he breathes in and out, making her upper body rise and fall with his equine chest.

Occasionally her body would twitch as her host dreams.  His face wrinkles every so often and his hips involuntarily make little jerking movements that drag her around on his belly

She can't do much to stop herself being flipped over as he goes with her, her total (observable) length running her up to most of the way up his tauric body, maybe 3'4 of it, leaving her about 5 and a half feet "tall", so to speak. There's an extension of her waist downwards where it disappears into his sheathe again...But not by all that much, maybe only a few inches, her waist serving nicely as a decent natural "base" for his penis. For her. Was she still a "her"? She didn't have a womanhood any more. In fact, there arguably wasn't a "Leia" at all any more. She couldn't move much on her own, couldn't conduct her own business, or truly make her own decisions. She was still herself in mind...But was she still a woman? Was she still even a person?

...And what was that feeling rising in her lower body, that loosening, that feeling of wetness deep inside her, at her....Well. She didn't have legs anymore. At her base....At his base. Then again, she knew exactly what it was...She just wasn't quite sure she was ready for it yet.

She takes her chances, and gently prods him in the ribs with an elbow. The bone's still intact even if...repurposed, and she's still got muscle on it. Her nails are gone, replaced with more smooth, slightly slick skin, but she's still got manual dexterity...For now.

The taur's heavy hooves waver in the air as his legs twitch.  He grumbles in his sleep at the prod to his ribs  "Mrf...  I'm tryin'a sleep...."  he says in a low groggy voice, natural for someone who had just snoozed for the past 9 hours.

Her host was a fairly lazy and laid-back stallion, fortunately.  He wasn't one of those hot-blooded show-off womanizers that you see trotting around like they're hot stuff, as if they can woo any female just with their physique.   No, Jeremy was much more relaxed and indeed wasn't too much of an overt sex-hound.  Though right now she sure didn't believe it with how much throbbing she was experiencing.

He had been very understanding of her predicament and had tried to be as supportive as possible with her while still trying to get her to accept and understand that they had no way of being separated.  She was once again flopped around by him, this time by him shuffling his hind legs around in the air as he tries to bury his head back into his pillow.  He had a way of being stubborn sometimes.

She swallows again, a little more urgently as she felt a fluid starting to pool at the back of the throat even though the....The main...tube, as it now was, (and she ground her teeth a bit at that reminder) hadn't opened and started to flood her yet. She was...

She took a deep breath, furrowing the flesh where her eyebrows would have been as she's forced to confront that reality head on, once again. She...Her throat was producing precum. His precum. And it was starting to happen all across her skin, those sweat glands not producing sweat anymore, adapting just fine to the extra thickness and stickyness of their new output.

She gives him another gentle elbow to the ribs, opening her mouth after that swallow, trying to speak before it starts to...pool up again. She should hate the taste, and she knows it. But she doesn't, it tastes so good, and she knows that, too.

"...Jer. This...Hnnnng. It's important!" She's still got quite a soft, sweet voice, although since their incident it'd gotten a little hoarser at times.

He grumbles once again and his eye cracks open.  Then he groggily leans his anthro torso up, propping himself with a hand against the pillow.  He sleepily rubs his eye with his free hand then peers at her in her distressed, erect state...

...and he starts giggling.  "Oh pfff!  Got a little morning wood, do,you Leia?"  He chuckles,  squeezing his hind legs together against her sides, teasing the poor mare a bit more,  "Just think of unsexy thoughts.  Cold showers.  Sick puppies,"  It was all him just being a goof but he did mean well and he tried to take care of her as best as he could

"Alright, I'm just messing....  Wow, I must've been dreaming something nice.."  He says to himself, looking away from her a little bashfully.  "Are you okay?  How long have you been awake?"

She opens her mouth to respond, but she's cut off by his rubbing his legs against her. It might not exactly be a tender, dextrous caress, but with her body as it now was, and in the state it's now in, she definitely felt it.

Instead, she gives a little gasp and tries to wriggle her hips as if to twitch away...But of course, she doesn't really have any hips anymore, and so there's just a slight twisting sensation down there for them both...Although by no means a bad one!

"Hnng. That's easy for...You to say Jer, you know it...That it hits me harder. I can't just shake arousal so easily now that it's..." She sighs, but despite her genuine sigh it's undeniably tinged with plenty of lust as well as frustration.

"...Now that it's what I'm built for. I...I've only been awake a few minutes. I'm okay, I just..." She swallows again, and while there's no obvious bulge in her throat or anything he'd be able to see it if he'd been looking.

He smiles at the mare resting on his belly,  "Hey I'm sorry.  I know its harder for you.  Would you like to get up?  I could make some coffee or something and we can go shower?"  He says, trying to suggest something to get her to cool down and get her mind off of it.

He doesn't wait for her to respond and, with his helpful and happy demeanor, he quickly rolls to the side, briefly squashing her body between his legs a bit uncomfortably when he rolls off the side of the bed and catches himself on his four strong legs, standing up.

He is a big doofus sometimes and doesn't think his actions through, and standing up just left her hanging heavily from his groin, her head facing down toward the floor as she sways beneath his belly, "Oh shit!  sorry Lei!"

She doesn't hold it against him as she's left dangling...Her present condition ensuring that she's not exactly hanging loosely, anyway. She's still got some flexibility in her body, but as she....as he got more and more arouser, her tissues became more and more engorged, and restricted her angles of motion and the flesh became a bit tauter.

She still hasn't quite gotten over the strangeness of that sensation of hanging there, supported purely by her connection to him, but it only takes her a few moments to stop trying to throw her arms out to stop herself falling. She's been trying to get better about it, since the pain of slamming her hands into the ground is something they'd both feel.

But...despite herself her situation arouses her just as much as the primal urges that she's bound to now. She feels his mighty balls swing free in particular, swinging to and fro a little, and they're her, they're a part of her...And the new instincts in her head since this'd happen find that very arousing. She tries to answer, but instead coughs just once...And he'd likely be able to hear the splatter of the pre hitting the floor even from where he is.

She wipes her muzzle and her lips, making another effort to clear her throat, and her arms dangle as she's not quite sure what to do with them.  "It's...It's okay, you...Urlghk....You've gotta get up at some point, Jer."

He hears the splatter of the mucousy precum hit the floor beneath him,  "Urf, are you sure you're okay Leia?  You sound a little weird."  The taur's tail wipes around in the air behind him.  He could tell that she was unusually aroused this morning.  Normally their morning wood would've already have worn off somewhat by now.

He takes a step toward the hallway and sees himself in the full-length mirror hanging on the wall, then looks back in the reflection as sees the poor Leia dangling heavily between his legs, looking painfully swollen and quite needy.

He flexes his groin muscles a little, making her heavy body arch upwards only slightly before allowing her to swing back down to her resting position once again.  The amount of fluids dripping from her nose and mouth made her look as if she had a cold, an appearance further bolstered by the swollen red tissues of her muzzle.

She struggles a bit to reply, making another coughing noise, the need just not abating from her despite herself. She can feel it shift and change inside her mind, feel it changed from an intellectual, front of her brain kind of arousal that she could reflect on, think about and even maybe enjoy, into something much deeper, bubbling up from the bottom of her sense of self and creeping into her thoughts and desires, something much more animalistic and base. She hadn't exactly been celebate even before all of this happened, and now that she was a giant sex organ instead of just having some...

She pauses to think, eyes flickering closed as the way he made her arch sends all sorts of lovely feelings down her spine, hands having meandered to what's left of her breasts and started to rub at them with a thumb. In the mirror, that surface artery is clearly visible, crimson red, just under the surface of her skin, if it was still "her" skin, swelling and deflating slightly each time his heart beat, and each beat driving the blood she needed through her.

"I...I'm not hurt, I just...Aaahn! Y-You know that....That you're so pent up and it..."She tails off again, unable to articulate her disdain through that warm need.
He nods at her in the mirror, understanding her need, "So.. uh.. how should I do it Lei?"  He instinctively spread his hind legs, shuffling his hooves across the floor, bracing his powerful haunches for whatever need would need in order to bring them to orgasm.

"I-I don't...We know it just...kinda happened before! I...Argh, I'll...I'll do it. I didn't usually do handjobs, Jer."

She speaks with a slightly defeated tone of voice...But for her own sake, she knew what had to be done. Though...was it really for her sake? Here she was, rooted to Jeremy's groin, and every movement she made reminded her of the movements she couldn't. His blood pumped through what weren't even her veins anymore, keeping her alive.

Trying to thrash her legs just clenched his balls and her entire body had been repurposed, every facet of her being either repurposed to server as a facet of him, or having been simply ignored as irrelevant during the changes. Her throat connected to his urethra, the muscles of her legs permanently lodged deep within him and distended, anchored in place, knitted into the muscles surrounding it, her fur having come loose and fallen away, her entire biology, hijacked. And yet here she was, overwhelmed with the lust from having her nervous system hooked directly into his brain, getting herself off. But was she?

Regardless, she brings her hands up to herself, up to her face, looking at them through her mostly-intact face and taking a moment to stare at them, as if seeing them for the first time...Before gently, oh so gently, rubbing down her nose.

Her host shuddered a bit, feeling her dainty, slick hands sliding over the  tip of his maleness.  This stimulation causes a few muscles in his groin to twitch, moving her body around beneath him a little, her hefty pendulous body swaying beneath his feral body.

"Mrfff yeah that's good Lei.  Like that."  He cooed, guiding the female, trying to help her find the best ways of getting him aroused and to orgasm.  His hind legs shuffle around and he squeezes her gently between his hind legs before spreading them out again, his tail lifting higher instinctively.

His lower body was so powerful, and peering up to his bely above her and to his inner thighs, she got flashes of ideas when she saw his muscles flexing, her mind overcome with thoughts of how nice it will be to be thrust by his strong loins into a nice slick, warm hole

She gasps here, openly, no longer really fighting against the feelings, and it's not impossible that the sound of aroused feminine moaning might create a bit of a feedback loop of intense arousal, given that part of it was governed by Jeremy's own state...

She's started out rubbing along her nose, and then moves up to her head, pressing and massaging at her jaws, what'd once been her method of taking in food and water to stay alive, and now primarily intended to dispense Jeremy's seed.  it's not clear just how much of her body has the same sensitivity as a normal cock-head thanks to the lack of any clear line between a head and the rest of her...But given the number of nerves she'd had in her body before her...transformation, it's not impossible that her entire body feels like that...

Nonetheless, for now she's working her thumbs deep into flesh around her face, her neck and her scalp, the arousal somewhat curtailed by the hard bone beneath, or perhaps only enhanced, as the skull gave the sensitive tissues something to be pressed against! She's given up coughing now, letting it pool freely in her mouth, to the point where it's half-full of that fluid. She's still taking breaths, running on instinct, but they only seem to be going to fuel further moaning.

The squeeze of his hind legs really floors her, her back arching of its own accord and shoulders going back a little as she produces another decently loud gasp, the feeling of his soft fur against her skin being not entirely dissimilar to being pushed into that tunnel she can't stop thinking about, though not quite from as many sides.

Her massive stallion host rumbles lowly in his feral chest, the sound vibrating through her body.  He clenches up when he feels her back arch, adding his own somewhat weak groin musculature's efforts to her own, trying to bump her back against his lower belly.

His hips herk forward and send her body up to smack wetly into the underside of his feral belly.  She'd seen ferals and taurs do this before as a way to masturbate without being able to reach their members...  The thought rushed through her head that he was using her, and she loved that thought.

She bumps against his lower belly without much difficulty at all, although it produces a slightly off-putting wet smack in the process. His fur is smooth and soft enough that it doesn't poke against her body, instead giving it a nice cushioning to prevent it from being a solid thumping!

Her hands have moved again, to her breasts this time, where she's rubbing with almost frantic intensity. Here, it seems, is where most of that sensitivity has migrated to, what with it already being an erogenous spot for her..."original" form. To him, it'd feel like a willing pair of hands firmly rubbing against the nicely slicked-up cock head, and while it's not quite the same thing as being able to bury that shaft deep...

That clear fluid is running freely from her mouth now, starting to fall in big long drips, and her skin is secreting it far more than it normally does, to stop her chafing within that sheathe. She's still trying to breathe, to pant, but the fact that she can barely do so through all that pre doesn't bother her like it should do anymore, her mind too carried away by the lust. She tries to curl her legs, like she might if she'd been letting him fuck her, but all this succeeds in doing is strongly, STRONLY clenching his balls, in the same way that might happen involuntarily when he came. Speaking of, she can feel something starting to build deep below in her root, in the part of her that never left that sheathe...
The stallion whinnies out loudly when she clenches his balls up against his groin and he flags his tail high as the throngs of pleasure from his orgasm snap through him, washing over his body like a wave!

For her, she could feel the intense pleasure snaking through her body, lighting her nerves on fire as her host orgasmed through her body, dragging her along for the ride!  Her throat ballooned out, full of the thick, slimey seed that pumped up through the long urethral tube in her body, which undulated in time with the splurts of seed welling up in her throat, forcing the viscous white seed up through her body.

Suddenly, as she was nearly blacking out from the stimulation and pleasure, she felt a splurt of seed enter her mouth and her nose from within, oozing out of her nostrils and splattering on the floor in a sticky, messy puddle on the wood floor beneath her.

She just about has time to to try to say something utterly incoherent as she feels it rising up inside her, clutching at her own lower body and pressing on what'd been her belly once as she feels that seed start to surge up her in great big slugs, each one entering with enough force to distend her belly as each sudden pump forcefully, almost violently, enters her body!

She goes from pressing against her stomach to pressing against her throat, pushing on it in a way that would be painful, maybe dangerous, were she normal. It's a process that takes maybe 5, 10 seconds from the incredible feeling of orgasm for the fluids to make their way out of her, and the main load is preceded by the sudden rush, the almost mini-orgasm, of white-stained pre from her mouth and her nostrils, the puddle that they're leaving behind turning out to be miniscule in comparison to what was to come.

When she finally does go off properly, it's not far off a geyser, the balls that'd once been her legs having served their new host diligently in keeping him well supplied, and each fresh blast only makes more of a mess! For what it's worth, she doesn't make any choking or wretching noises through the process, although it might not be the nicest thing to actually see, given that her face is mostly intact.

Leia's left panting even more than before when it's finally over, "inhaling" large quantities of the fluids she'd just put out, and one of her hands grabs the fur of his lower belly to cling onto, were it long enough, trying to use it as a handhold while the other roams over her still, touching her throat, her stomach, that enormous, openly throbbing surface artery...